Bliss from sweat
Today’s a Thursday morning and I’m glad I’ve done so much eventhough it’s only 10.03 a.m. in the morning. Typing right now at my seat, I can only hear the sound of the operating air conditioner. I’m not alone, glancing around the room, I can see less than 10 others around me at their respective partitions.
Sitting here, I feel so, so cold. So cold that I’m trying to get my ass off here as soon as I’m finished. My sweat drenched attire has a big part dried up, thanks to the heat I donate. I feel cold and messy. Don’t think I wanna look at my current condition in the mirror. I need a warm bath, change into dry clean clothes and content my empty stomach. Anyway, not starving though as nature hasn’t called.
It’s superbly quiet in the usual not so quiet library here in uni. The semester break has already begun for 2 weeks. I’m supposed to be here only to manually renew my books.
Tennis this morning was great. That’s simply as I can return most of the balls. I must say you’ll love a game when you play it well especially in tennis. As a beginner, I used to spend more time retrieving balls than returning them in the game. Though, it’s still a problem, it’s kinda difficult to switch from a badminton playing style to tennis’s. The techinque is totally different. It’s not incommon to see the ball flyng in the air and if your partner is so much like you,you’ll see the ball passing over your head. The next thing you see, it continues out over the high fencing. Dreaded playing in a real game, I practised against the wall, not the Wall of Berlin but the wall of UPM. Every now and then, the ball flew over the wall. Afterall, that was where I learnt to control the ball and got more oppurtunities to hit the ball compared to in a game.
Thinking that I was good enough, I tried to find a partner to play. It never crossed my mind that it’s not exactly the same as playing against the wall. I got frustrated that the ball still wanted to fly. I adjustesd the racquet face and yet it remained. Soon I learnt that I’m supposed to bring the ball and not hit it. It’s like making a half hemisphere swing, at the same time keeping the ball in contact as long as possible with the racquet to reduce the impact of the force. It’s the sudden obstruction that causes the ball to fly up high.
Well, tennis..I’m starting to enjoy tennis. It’s tough,I admit, much tougher than badminton, the raquet’s heavier and the ball is bigger and one has to run like crazy after and arrive before it in a much bigger court. On the other hand, there always the sun which is not so happy with the torture we already had. Nevertheless, it’s worthwhile, it gives so much satisfaction when I’m drenched with sweat. Afterall, at the end of the came, I know I’ve got a little better in the game, a little fitter, burnt a little more calories than my normal couch potato lifestyle at home and hurray, I can indulge in a little extra food today! The sad thing is, I’ve got myself unwanted tan.
My God, I’m freeEEEeeezzzziiiinnnggg….. Gotta go before I’m frozen.
